I Have A Faithful Groom Poem by Reva Kern

I have a faithful groom
Who looks after me and moans
And upon leaving, cleans and polishes
My crown of Laurel

I have an exemplary groom
That neither eats or sleeps
And stoops to see me work and sobs

I leave and the vile one slips away
And appears in my pocket
I return and he stubbornly offers me
A cup of ashes

If I sleep till the dawn of the day
Sits next to my bed
If I write, blood showers
My groom on the writing desk

My groom, man of respect
Upon walking clatters
My groom hardens and gleams
My groom is a skeleton